By Audrey Delaney
An account of a scared and harm little lady who controlled to confront her demons and reclaim her lifestyles.
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I joined the Billie Barry School of Dance when I was about eight years old. I learned tap dancing at the school and I loved it. I loved the noise and the exhilarating sound of it. It became the event in my week. It was something pure and wholesome; it was innocent fun and it was something that Da hadn’t tainted, so I could enjoy it in a relaxed atmosphere. I should have known he would take away this last remnant of innocence from me sooner or later. m. I went to the Carlton Hall in Marino on the north side of Dublin and learned how to tap dance.
I found myself short of breath, and I had a sense of falling into a black void. I sat in the car for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for the music to wash over me again, to wash away the bad memories. This time, though, it wasn’t working; the memories pushed against me, uninvited and unwanted. I gradually allowed myself to absorb what these words meant. Child sex abuse. When I heard those words I felt like a thousand wasps were crawling all over me body and stinging me all at the one time.
He came from abject poverty, growing up in a tenement building in Gardiner Street, which runs through the heartland of Dublin’s north inner city. He shared a two-bedroom house with his four siblings and his parents. The place was cold and damp and they often found themselves with barely enough food to feed the family. They shared the one loo with three other floors of tenement residents and had little or nothing to their name, or so I was told. Gardiner Street had a bad reputation at the time. It was considered a rough street and Da was always very conscious of this growing up.